Broken Glass Broken Heart

Glass! Glass everywhere shattered across the room and in the middle lay Imran clutching his leg. I rushed towards him and kneeled down. To my utmost dismay, there in his leg was a shred of glass in his leg as he flinched from the agonizing pain. I went and called Amena to clean up the mess while I helped Imran up and made him lie down on the couch

I went ahead and rang the doctor who came up and bandaged his leg and gave him some pills. I offer my hand to him which he grabbed and I helped him on the bed. I pulled the comforter over him and I turned to leave as he caught my hand from behind

"Please stay", he said and his voice came out as the most innocent and broken and pleading and how would I resist it. I nodded and at that moment. Without giving any dams about anything I reached out for him and took him in my embrace and massaged his scalp as I mumbled soothing words to him. He was broken and it made me feel broken. I couldn't comprehend the heavy feeling in the bottom of my heart. I didn't know why it was there and how I felt. All I knew was that if I couldn't make him happy I would die and tears dropped out of my eyes. Quickly drying them, I slid my hand under his head to position it on the pillow and slipped the blanket over him. I couldn't even think about leaving him so I did what any sane person would do and I dragged my tired legs to the couch.

"Why did I feel so much pain seeing him so broken," I questioned myself. " He was the one that married me and then told me that the act was only for making up for my loss. I shouldn't feel anything for him", I told myself, and yet my eyes defied what I was thinking and tears streamed down. I covered my mouth and restrained the never-ending sobs.

" Hania get in bed ", Imran mumbled. My heart cared too much about him to say no and so I just walked to the bed and laid right on the edge of the bed but he grabbed my hand and pulled me in his arms. "Don't leave me" he whispered as tears ran down and my heart right then broke into millions of pieces. I figured that he might be dreaming and I enfolded him in my arms and my dried eyes that didn't hold any more tears shut close and opened in the morning when I woke up to make breakfast for Imran.

Avoiding his eyes, I placed the plate in front of him and walked forth, but he just grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Hania", he said. "Hania look at me" he demanded and I lifted my glance bitting my lips and digging my nails in my hands to not let the tears set free. " Why were you crying last night", he questioned.

"Why do you care, I am nothing to you, Am I not right?", I scoffed

"You are my wife", he said and all I wanted to do then was scoff at him." Wife! you are playing the wife card! Well, let me remind you that you took pity on me and took me into your refuge. Everyone does this, all of them tell them that I mean something to them and they go, my mom went, my dad went, my siblings died and you will go soon because why would you keep someone as unworthy as me" I shouted as I ran into my room and slammed the door. My heart rate increased and I felt nauseous. I gave into the temptation and closed my eyes and let the darkness take over.